These walls were meant to keep people out, to keep me in;
These streets are narrow and only one-way,
And I can't decide if I should change. (Can people change?)
I want to open the doors, but I only stare silently,
Imagining the devil on the other side,
And I can't decide if it's worth it. (Am I worth it?)
This is a prison and I'm the warden of my hell
I'm the judge, the jury, and the executioner, too;
And I can't decide if I should live again. (Am I worth it?)
//On love and anxiety//
That feeling when you drag the darkest part of you into the light and then wonder if you made the right choice...